Loveliness

May 03, 2009

Images so grim that they are amusing #9

(Engraving by Giacomelli in 'The Insect' by Jules Michelet)

What could be more poignant than a dead butterfly? A broken butterfly, perhaps. Sob.

I am having a good old mope tonight. Not about Love. Nor Death. Everything is fine in those departments. Besides, I have, after all, always preferred the Woody Allen version. No, I am just moping about the fact that the weekend is over and I have to return to work tomorrow.

Speaking of the Woody Allen version, as much as I would like to describe myself as one of the most june people in all of the Russias, I am, I fear, incredibly jejune. Time to toughen up.

Work is always so much worse when you're anticipating returning to it, isn't it? Once you get there you just sort of grimace and bear it. Hope your work week isn't too grim...

I've been in a post-viral mope ever since being hit by the plague, so this is perfect for me, poor little broken butterfly that I am. Actually, I've been cranky too, so I'm a cranky broken butterfly. In fact, I'm almost waspish!

Yes! That's so true! I get dreadful Sundayitis and Mondayitis, which is so silly as it is all a state of mind, really. As the weekend approaches, I get a spring in my step. Why can't I just spring earlier in the week?

I really shouldn't whinge - poor you and yours have been plagued by a genuine "itis". Glad to hear it's passed, and all things considered, I'm sure some crankiness was warranted..